Leonid Bykov, the Soviet actor and film director from Kramatorsk, shown full-length from head to feet, standing upright and centered — a warm, slight-built man in his forties with an open, friendly oval face, high forehead, kind narrow eyes with fine crinkles, a gentle half-smile, and short neatly combed dark-brown hair receding slightly at the temples, clean-shaven. He wears a WWII-era Soviet airman's uniform as his comic-squadron-leader role: a dark leather flight jacket over a gymnastyorka tunic, breeches, a pilot's leather cap with raised goggles in one hand, polished black leather flight boots. One hand rests at his hip, the other holds the flying cap. He stands in a vintage cinema hall, rows of plush seats and a soft projector beam glowing behind him. No aura, no FX. No text.
